Stumble

I am always...
stepping over things

baby gates, laundry baskets

your words into dial tone
their messy cardiac mass

A friend said;
"If something bites you
or gives you pain"

"Lay it gently down

again

Then,  move on"

I am always stepping
over things...

Things that fall
items dropped or laid to rest

A sunrise, a sun set

everyday,
something else to stumble on.

Reviews

[andrew mitchell]

stumbles always occur when we are thinking ahead of ourselves.

[Corset]

yes indeed, thank you!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this sounds like me...i walk steady for about a day at a time, and in between..do lots of stumbling...
that's what real life is...stumbling, stumbling stumbling.

love this poem, my friend...and really like your new pic...

[Corset]

thank you Jacob, very much for your kind comments.

[Jon Roggie]

Something I try to do, but I might have a few extra stumbles on the way.

[Corset]

I'm clumsy as hell my friend, thank you for stopping in

[Relic]

I stumbled over the prospect of love once and pushed it aside. I still wonder if I was right or not. Life has puzzles within it sometimes. :/

Nice writing Corset.

[Corset]

I hope you get the chance to stumble over it again Relic XD

[Relic]

So do I. :)

[Einstein Noodle]

i hear that Corset ... well presented ..i was right their with your hero over each obstacle ..such tragedy multiplied when the sunrise and set are stumbling blocks ..brings to mind and heart all those who suffer depression ..a real epidemic it seems :(((
E.

[Corset]

Thank you Einstein, yes it does seem so

[KCthelastboyscout]

A short enough little story I read twice.it was great to read the first time so I read it again. I like the little subtle message it says in between.always a pleasure reading your work

[Corset]

Thank you KC, I appreciate your comments XD

[Anand Sehgal]

Wonderful write :) We stumble upon things and eventually we keep moving forward.

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[emmajoy]

Imagine just how sterile space would be without those things that remind you that a home - and life, is supposed to have stumble blocks to remind us we're human!

Your words really made me smile, dk if they were supposed to.. perhaps i feel the same, perhaps i just loved the way your letters tell a story that's utterly real.. Wonderful thought, intention and.. result!

[Rosalind Gale]

I really felt this, why? Because you are my dear love and friend - unknown, but adored. I have decided to use 'laundry baskets' in a poem, can I? I think we should have a club of just us - those poets we love and circle.
Your Rosa -
-x-

[Corset]

you most certainly can use any word you want. and I know I will love reading it! We already do!?!

[h d e rushin]

as I write this I'm tripping over winter boots. why winter boots you might ask?.because I've not put them away from last winter. Our natural imrimis is to list the items that we stumble over and not the items that stumble over us. Like death or daylight savings time. Loneliness.
I love this gentle uncomplicated style. No mysticism. No riddles. Just identifications placed conspicuously. Wonderful write...dana

[Corset]

well that's because you knew you would need them again XD Thank you Dana!

[Corset]

Ps, I wish we didn't have to switch back and forth, time changes again today, and it has indeed stumbled over me XD

[Rosalind Gale]

You two are the only reason I still drop by here - I mean that. We may never meet, of course - and I write my poems mainly for both of you, and also my daughter and family. Stay gold (gee, you think I recently watched The Outsiders?) Neither of you leave here without telling me -
Your Rosalind, friend, poet, and lover of all your words -
-xxx-

[Corset]

I try , coming in here tho seems to do strange things to me xoxox